Nocturnal Bravura Book Two: The Healing
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,133
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cordelia Chase
Cordelia Chase
Cordelia sat in the living room of the Giles home, trembling. Dawn had tried to calm her down enough to get the whole story out of her but was having no luck. She tried very hard not to let her exasperation at the dark-haired woman’s behavior show. She wanted to help the other woman but all she could think about was what she had said.
Cordelia had driven straight up from Los Angeles on no sleep. She would have arrived sooner but she had lost the directions Angel’s partner, Gunn, had given her.
“What do you mean They are all in grave danger?” Dawn asked, fighting to keep her voice soothing.
Cordelia closed her eyes, wondering how much she should tell this 13 year old girl.
Dawnie rolled her eyes. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” At Cordelia’s nod she continued.
“I live on the Hellmouth. I know there are demons, vampires, and all kinds of other monsters that most people only see in cheesy B movies. There are also the ones that fight against the monsters. Wizards, witches, a whole council of stuffy old tweedsters in London, watchers, and, finally, the Chosen One. The Slayer. The last two happen to live right in this house with me. The watcher is my guardian and Will is the Slayer. Now that you know you don’t have to be all delicate and fairy-tale-ish around me, you need to spill!” she demanded.
“That vampire you met he is not Angel. Well, he is, but not really. His name is Angelus.” Cordelia explained.
“I don’t understand.”
Cordelia closed her eyes, and began her story…
FLASHBACK
_______________________________________________________________
Cordelia Chase did not know how she went from being an up and coming actress to an instrument used by the Powers That Be, but here she was lying in an alley, watching her guy fight.
Her guy.
Angel…
A vampire cursed with a soul; helping those who could not help themselves.
It began to rain.
Cordelia watched as Angel disposed of the demon in front of him, then turned back to her.
Cordelia clung to him.
“Are you all right?” He asked.
Cordelia nodded as he pulled her gently to her feet.
“Let’s get you inside.” He said. His apartment was only a few steps away down the alley.
Once inside, Angel sat her on his bed.
“You're shaking like a leaf.” He whispered.
“Cold” Cordelia said. She gasped as he started rubbing her with a rough towel, wincing as he hit a particularly sore spot.
“What?” Angel asked, concerned.
“Oh, um... It's okay. I just have a cut or something.” Cordelia said, looking at down her blouse.
“Can I... Lemme see.” Angel asked. His big fingers brushed delicately over the cut on her chest.
Cordelia looked into Angel’s eyes. It was now or never, she thought.
“I love you Angel.”
“I love you, too. I try not to, but I can't stop.” Angel whispered.
Cordelia leaned in to kiss him, but Angel gently pushed her away. “Cordy, we shouldn’t do...”
“Don't. Just kiss me.” Cordelia pleaded.
***
A few hours later, Angel woke up with his arms wrapped around his lovely Cordelia. For some reason none of the issues that had plagued him for years seemed to matter.
Cordy loved him.
He loved her.
“Everything will work itself out.” He thought
He had never been so happy…
In that instant, Angel felt like he was being ripped in half.
He bolted up from the bed and scrambled onto the floor. Dragging on his pants he staggered from the apartment and into the night. Out in the alley, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground.
The pain was incredible and Angel gave one last despairing scream as his soul was torn from his body.
“CORDY!!” he screamed, falling face down.
An overly curious woman heard his cries and came to his side. “Sir? Are you alright?” she asked.
In the blink of an eye he had grabbed her and sank his fangs into her throat.
The woman felt her life slip away from her. When she was dead, her body was thrown carelessly to the side.
“Am I alright?” Angelus sneered, wiping her blood from his lip.
“I am now.”
He stalked off into the darkness.
END OF FLASHBACK
_________________________________________________________________
Dawn looked at the girl.
“So you’re saying that thing out there with my father and my brother is evil?” Dawn cried.
“We knew the soul was a curse; revenge on him by a band of gypsies because he killed their favored daughter. What we didn’t know was that because of his crime, he wasn’t allowed to feel a moment of true happiness. If he did...he would lose his soul.” Cordelia sobbed. “This is all my fault. If we hadn’t made love…”
“Um…right. So what is he doing here?”
“Because he is a truly evil being, He wants to destroy everything.”
“Everything?” Dawn said, skeptically.
Cordelia nodded. “Everything in the world as we know it. He wants to kill the slayer, and he wants revenge for what he considers a crime against him.”
All Dawn heard was ‘kill the slayer’.
Will!
“Oh God we have to find them!” Dawn said, grabbing her jacket.
Manipulated concept from Innocence
Cordelia sat in the living room of the Giles home, trembling. Dawn had tried to calm her down enough to get the whole story out of her but was having no luck. She tried very hard not to let her exasperation at the dark-haired woman’s behavior show. She wanted to help the other woman but all she could think about was what she had said.
Cordelia had driven straight up from Los Angeles on no sleep. She would have arrived sooner but she had lost the directions Angel’s partner, Gunn, had given her.
“What do you mean They are all in grave danger?” Dawn asked, fighting to keep her voice soothing.
Cordelia closed her eyes, wondering how much she should tell this 13 year old girl.
Dawnie rolled her eyes. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” At Cordelia’s nod she continued.
“I live on the Hellmouth. I know there are demons, vampires, and all kinds of other monsters that most people only see in cheesy B movies. There are also the ones that fight against the monsters. Wizards, witches, a whole council of stuffy old tweedsters in London, watchers, and, finally, the Chosen One. The Slayer. The last two happen to live right in this house with me. The watcher is my guardian and Will is the Slayer. Now that you know you don’t have to be all delicate and fairy-tale-ish around me, you need to spill!” she demanded.
“That vampire you met he is not Angel. Well, he is, but not really. His name is Angelus.” Cordelia explained.
“I don’t understand.”
Cordelia closed her eyes, and began her story…
FLASHBACK
_______________________________________________________________
Cordelia Chase did not know how she went from being an up and coming actress to an instrument used by the Powers That Be, but here she was lying in an alley, watching her guy fight.
Her guy.
Angel…
A vampire cursed with a soul; helping those who could not help themselves.
It began to rain.
Cordelia watched as Angel disposed of the demon in front of him, then turned back to her.
Cordelia clung to him.
“Are you all right?” He asked.
Cordelia nodded as he pulled her gently to her feet.
“Let’s get you inside.” He said. His apartment was only a few steps away down the alley.
Once inside, Angel sat her on his bed.
“You're shaking like a leaf.” He whispered.
“Cold” Cordelia said. She gasped as he started rubbing her with a rough towel, wincing as he hit a particularly sore spot.
“What?” Angel asked, concerned.
“Oh, um... It's okay. I just have a cut or something.” Cordelia said, looking at down her blouse.
“Can I... Lemme see.” Angel asked. His big fingers brushed delicately over the cut on her chest.
Cordelia looked into Angel’s eyes. It was now or never, she thought.
“I love you Angel.”
“I love you, too. I try not to, but I can't stop.” Angel whispered.
Cordelia leaned in to kiss him, but Angel gently pushed her away. “Cordy, we shouldn’t do...”
“Don't. Just kiss me.” Cordelia pleaded.
***
A few hours later, Angel woke up with his arms wrapped around his lovely Cordelia. For some reason none of the issues that had plagued him for years seemed to matter.
Cordy loved him.
He loved her.
“Everything will work itself out.” He thought
He had never been so happy…
In that instant, Angel felt like he was being ripped in half.
He bolted up from the bed and scrambled onto the floor. Dragging on his pants he staggered from the apartment and into the night. Out in the alley, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground.
The pain was incredible and Angel gave one last despairing scream as his soul was torn from his body.
“CORDY!!” he screamed, falling face down.
An overly curious woman heard his cries and came to his side. “Sir? Are you alright?” she asked.
In the blink of an eye he had grabbed her and sank his fangs into her throat.
The woman felt her life slip away from her. When she was dead, her body was thrown carelessly to the side.
“Am I alright?” Angelus sneered, wiping her blood from his lip.
“I am now.”
He stalked off into the darkness.
END OF FLASHBACK
_________________________________________________________________
Dawn looked at the girl.
“So you’re saying that thing out there with my father and my brother is evil?” Dawn cried.
“We knew the soul was a curse; revenge on him by a band of gypsies because he killed their favored daughter. What we didn’t know was that because of his crime, he wasn’t allowed to feel a moment of true happiness. If he did...he would lose his soul.” Cordelia sobbed. “This is all my fault. If we hadn’t made love…”
“Um…right. So what is he doing here?”
“Because he is a truly evil being, He wants to destroy everything.”
“Everything?” Dawn said, skeptically.
Cordelia nodded. “Everything in the world as we know it. He wants to kill the slayer, and he wants revenge for what he considers a crime against him.”
All Dawn heard was ‘kill the slayer’.
Will!
“Oh God we have to find them!” Dawn said, grabbing her jacket.
Manipulated concept from Innocence